In the times before we grew to adulthood we had the sandbox. Though my childhood is often a bit foggy to my memory, I can vividly recall the feel, smell, look, and sometimes taste of the sandbox. Mine was a circular affair, and puke green after years of basking in the sunlight. Five bumps protruded around its circumference in turtlesque anatomy, and I frequently had as much fun riding Hot Wheels cars down the hexagonal bumps of its cover as I did building sand-pies. The sand inside was my landscape, free of “keep off the grass” signs and alarms that yelled “be careful!”. The older I got the less socially acceptable it was to make mud-pies, but as providence would have it, you and I came of age in the dawn of the internet where the danger was more in the fact that your sandcastles might last for forever than be kicked down by a bully or washed out by rain.
In case I’ve stifled your brain with circumlocution, this blog is our sandbox. I have some buckets and one shovel, so we’ll have to share, but I think we can build some pretty awesome sandcastles. Care to join me?
Because I feel that this whole thing started off on perhaps on what might be a slightly gaudy foot, I thought we’d trade word pictures of what is making our day enjoyable (or otherwise). And because I am chronically addicted to lists…
Touch: A nice warm blanket that was a Christmas gift from the Lad. I have the heater on full blast, but VA has done something to my constitution and I am constantly freezing.
Sight: Parks and Recreation. The more I watch, the more I fall in love with this show. It is one of the few TV shows that has me itching to buy it. That literally never happens. I can count on one hand the number of DVDs I own.
Taste: A stir fry I made earlier. Though yes, there is massive amounts of sriracha sauce in it, so it is doubtful my tastebuds are currently in working order right now.
Smell: Lady Gaga’s Fame. I trust that we know each other long enough for you not to tease me for that….oh who am I kidding. ….Okay, just found out that apparently it is a unisex perfume. HOW WAS I TO KNOW.
Hearing: Young The Giant’s Anagram on their new CD Mind over Matter. It is beautiful.
Reading: The end of Pratchett’s Witches Abroad. Which you need to read post-haste. Reasons will be forthcoming.
P. S. You still have yet to watch Frozen. I still have yet to watch Spirited Away. I don’t know if our friendship can take the strain.